Temple of Apollo
I sit beneath the olive
trees,
The air is still, there is
no breeze,
I nestle in this welcome
shade
And stay here 'till the
shadows fade.
Against the old knarled,
knotted bark,
I rest until it's almost
dark,
Considering those who long
ago,
Worshipped Apollo - there
below.
I wonder - was their love
like mine
Honest, clever, sweet and
kind?
I call his name, does he
not hear?
Into the twilight now I
peer.
I call again, "will you not
come
As others have already
done?
Join me before it is too
late,
Come quickly now, accept
your fate".
-c Jean M. Lewis October
2000-
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